The Soundless Place Of Joy And Not

cut to: a deaf woman sitting in a forest wondering what it's like to hear.

a guitar playing in the far distance in green trees and blackened flowers playing in forests of brown animals and dark flying creatures sounds of nothingness screaming at the flowing rivers that make no sound green grasses creak as nothing walks over these long growing stems a sane man would go insane in this soundless place of joy and not a mortal being would be changed to flowing rivers that do not myself would be curious but would understand the whistling winds that don't blow the rustle of the trees in these whistling winds that does not move the skies of dark black shining blue reflecting the moon over by the sun faster the winds don't blow and the rivers don't rush this is a place for no one but people of no sound no one who doesn't understand that life itself does not need sound i still hear that acoustic guitar playing in the soundless distance in the soundless place of joy and not.